I'm gonna rip off your face and wear it to the ugly ball!
Two times today people sat in the backseat of my car. And two times I didn't think that they might have opened the window. So two times I left the car and came back to find the backseat window down cuz I'm an idiot. Thankfully, no times did anything get stolen. Anything of course being my stereo and the large amount of trash inhabiting my car from Saturday's trek to Jersey.
So yea, Alumni weekend was cool, even if I missed a good chunk of it. Went to two house parties and downtown on Friday. The first party was alright, but I didn't know as many people as I had assumed I would The second was fucking wrong. Zero ventilation, so the house was hot as balls, you had to take your shoes off at the door ("What is this? An 8th grade slumber party?"), and everyone there was very...Jewish. I have no idea how else to describe it. Just extremely stereotypical. Not knowing anyone didn't help. Except my Bio 118 TA, who I talked with about his Chemistry research because there was nothing else. Then we went to the Moose for a while, then headed back downtown where I saw more people. The ride back was us yelling "Chris Powell (insert rest of whatever sentence you want)". So like "Chris Powell says nice green shirt there!". This led to a drunk Chris Powell yelling shit at everyone, despite us being at red lights. It also makes me wish I used "This is a good corner for talking" or "Good talking! Nice vest!" as my title. Not that they're funny in this context, but really, what that I say is?
Saturday went workout, then food (maybe Moe's, I forget), then met up with Selina and Danny, then drove to Jersey with Shaka and Gael for wrestling. The show was ok, but Nigel won the title, which was both cool and helpful in our plan. See, we didn't think Nigel would win. And Sam, a huge Nigel fan, wouldn't be going because Seth Rogan was hosting SNL and he was gonna go. So our plan was to text Sam right after the match (which we assumed Nigel would lose) saying that he won and Sam missed it and it wouldn't be until 4 AM that he would find out. So as soon as Nigel wins, I look at Shaka and say *tell Sam he lost*. And that's what he did. We came up with details about the whole thing. And then while showering later I get a call from a pissed off Sam, who had just found out the truth. Totally worth being cold and wet for 5 minutes to hear him pissed. I haven't talked to him since then, actually. Maybe he's legit pissed. But anyway, we get back to Binghamton in like 2 hours and 45 min, giving us 10 minutes downtown (mapquest said it would be like 3:10). Saw like 4 people (all non-alumni) and went home. Can't beat that. And Sunday I saw a bunch of old Fitspace alum at Applebees. Not much to say there.
While walking to my car after hanging out at Shaka's tonight I saw a broken branch and a shoe on the sidewalk, which made me think werewolves. Then I realized there was no full moon and I had no idea what I was dealing with.
Ok, so this Winter Break should be significantly more busy than last years. No 65 movies for me. Right when I get back Kristin is staying with me, which should be fun until she she spends more than an hour with me one-on-one and gets sick of me. Am I right? But yea, there will be the city and...well, I dunno what else, but it should be cool. Then at the beginning on January, me, Shaka, and Shaka's friend Derick are spending the weekend in San Diego. And since we're driving, we're leaving on Tuesday Jan 1st. Here's how it's going. We're supposedly doing all the driving there in one shot. Smithtown, NY to San Diego, CA. Amarillo, TX is our basepoint because friends of Shaka's got there in 25 hours. Then it's just like 16 to San Diego. If we have to, we'll sleep. If not, we'll sleep when we get there. Then beach, 80s cover band, and whatever else. Sunday we hit Las Vegas, do whatever there. After that, Denver! I dunno. Then driving back. Should be like 9 days. Everyone is getting texted. Like anyone in my phone book is getting some kind of text like "I'm in fucking Omaha". And hopefully there will be like 400 pictures and 12 videos up on facebook. It's either going to be amazing or the worst idea we've ever had. That's the problem. None of us are saying *wow, this is retarded*. And by problem, I mean best part.
So the asian roommate we never see randomly bought 4 dvds without owning a dvd player. So guess what I own if he leaves them here. The Marine. And Borat, Rocky Balboa, and the Grudge. But The Marine.
Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.
So yea, Alumni weekend was cool, even if I missed a good chunk of it. Went to two house parties and downtown on Friday. The first party was alright, but I didn't know as many people as I had assumed I would The second was fucking wrong. Zero ventilation, so the house was hot as balls, you had to take your shoes off at the door ("What is this? An 8th grade slumber party?"), and everyone there was very...Jewish. I have no idea how else to describe it. Just extremely stereotypical. Not knowing anyone didn't help. Except my Bio 118 TA, who I talked with about his Chemistry research because there was nothing else. Then we went to the Moose for a while, then headed back downtown where I saw more people. The ride back was us yelling "Chris Powell (insert rest of whatever sentence you want)". So like "Chris Powell says nice green shirt there!". This led to a drunk Chris Powell yelling shit at everyone, despite us being at red lights. It also makes me wish I used "This is a good corner for talking" or "Good talking! Nice vest!" as my title. Not that they're funny in this context, but really, what that I say is?
Saturday went workout, then food (maybe Moe's, I forget), then met up with Selina and Danny, then drove to Jersey with Shaka and Gael for wrestling. The show was ok, but Nigel won the title, which was both cool and helpful in our plan. See, we didn't think Nigel would win. And Sam, a huge Nigel fan, wouldn't be going because Seth Rogan was hosting SNL and he was gonna go. So our plan was to text Sam right after the match (which we assumed Nigel would lose) saying that he won and Sam missed it and it wouldn't be until 4 AM that he would find out. So as soon as Nigel wins, I look at Shaka and say *tell Sam he lost*. And that's what he did. We came up with details about the whole thing. And then while showering later I get a call from a pissed off Sam, who had just found out the truth. Totally worth being cold and wet for 5 minutes to hear him pissed. I haven't talked to him since then, actually. Maybe he's legit pissed. But anyway, we get back to Binghamton in like 2 hours and 45 min, giving us 10 minutes downtown (mapquest said it would be like 3:10). Saw like 4 people (all non-alumni) and went home. Can't beat that. And Sunday I saw a bunch of old Fitspace alum at Applebees. Not much to say there.
While walking to my car after hanging out at Shaka's tonight I saw a broken branch and a shoe on the sidewalk, which made me think werewolves. Then I realized there was no full moon and I had no idea what I was dealing with.
Ok, so this Winter Break should be significantly more busy than last years. No 65 movies for me. Right when I get back Kristin is staying with me, which should be fun until she she spends more than an hour with me one-on-one and gets sick of me. Am I right? But yea, there will be the city and...well, I dunno what else, but it should be cool. Then at the beginning on January, me, Shaka, and Shaka's friend Derick are spending the weekend in San Diego. And since we're driving, we're leaving on Tuesday Jan 1st. Here's how it's going. We're supposedly doing all the driving there in one shot. Smithtown, NY to San Diego, CA. Amarillo, TX is our basepoint because friends of Shaka's got there in 25 hours. Then it's just like 16 to San Diego. If we have to, we'll sleep. If not, we'll sleep when we get there. Then beach, 80s cover band, and whatever else. Sunday we hit Las Vegas, do whatever there. After that, Denver! I dunno. Then driving back. Should be like 9 days. Everyone is getting texted. Like anyone in my phone book is getting some kind of text like "I'm in fucking Omaha". And hopefully there will be like 400 pictures and 12 videos up on facebook. It's either going to be amazing or the worst idea we've ever had. That's the problem. None of us are saying *wow, this is retarded*. And by problem, I mean best part.
So the asian roommate we never see randomly bought 4 dvds without owning a dvd player. So guess what I own if he leaves them here. The Marine. And Borat, Rocky Balboa, and the Grudge. But The Marine.
Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.